[Music: V. Rose Words: R. Rose] Look out I'm comin' at ya! Comin' hard on you. You threw down the gauntlet! Now what ya gonna do?! [CHORUS:] Straight
on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, don't make me hurt ya Come on, come on, come on, come on Come on, come on, come on
wickedness I know I'm protected 'cause I'm convicted Anybody believin' in the Big Bang Theory And thinkin' that thyself is the God, you need to hear me How do you
In the old soul of America Ms America, you've been a very bad girl you nearly disgraced humanity in the eyes of the world vanity has took you over- you
street hoodlum Dropped out of school 'cause I couldn't find my locker Stubbles on my chin, I got hair like chewbacca Might see me sleeping on the street
I know we'll meet again some sunny day! Keep smiling through, just like you always do, 'till the blue skies drive the dark clouds far away! So, will you
will be a golden ladder reaching down When the man comes around The hairs on your arm will stand up At the terror in each sip and in each sup Will you
stopped If I offended you in anyway, maybe the shoe fits Either that or you're just plenty gay If you're like me, you don't give a damn You're just
I really don't have to tell you much about this one Because the song is like the song is like self-explanatory You know what I mean? It's called My Own
Ehr) Fallen angel warrior at the bottom drain the ? horror destroyer in the middle of Sodom and Gomorrah Punk shit all around everybody been callin clown ? crawl in town get wicked
you wicked Some niggaz call me a demon 'cause I see the future livin grousome Creep up on a snake ass nigga like an eagle Sin City Dark angel
you off somethin, give Bush a push But your National Guard ain't hard You had to get Rodney to stop me cos you know what? We woulda teared this muthafucka
had to break you off somethin', give bush a push But your national guard ain't hard You had to get Rodney to stop me 'cos you know what? We woulda teared
you will sort of understand You brought me here, now you're trying to run me away The writing on the wall, come read it, come see what it say Thunder on
angel's rung down my telepho-ne G.............em...............c.........d...d7 The heat's on mister can't you hear them scream G..........c.......................
the heart of night Maybe you need somebody Maybe you meed somebody Deep in the heart of night Bad to the bone you gotta Make at alone you gotta
melted on his face When Mud turned over that diamond ace Now, here's what this story's told If you feel like Mud you'll end up Gold If you feel like